After a wearying day of trying to establish order in the new house we took a late afternoon walk in low sunshine along the track that runs below Dunrobin Castle and....
....into the mature woodland beyond where we stopped to listen to birdsong - robin, wren, chaffinch, great tit, blue tit, blackbird, dunnock - mesmerising, peaceful, so without care - until....
....all were eclipsed by a song thrush who, after a few shaky warm-up notes, sang from his heart. We stood, listening, spellbound, and so thankful to him for washing our day clean.
We walked gently back along the track refreshed, enjoying the contrasts of light along the rocky shore and the reflections of clouds in a mirror sea....
....diverting briefly to wander along the beach where....
....the retreating tide had left intricate drainage patterns in the sand.
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